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Hrulash and Family

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Marcus Cato, Hrulash Cato, Elisia Cato (nee Delphinus), Petrus Cato. Father, son, mother, grandfather.
Notes on armour:
The breastplate is probably in several pieces so, you know, he can bend over (Lavi: BEND OVER!) rather than the solid piece it appears to be here.
The belt with the leather hip armour skirt hooks directly onto the bottom of the breastplate. Underneath he’s wearing a black wool short-sleeved/short-legged bodysuit thing.
The pauldrons are more European than Roman, but I think it’s excusable since Romans didn’t fly on dragons. The cloak hooks on to the pauldrons but is long enough to be unhooked, wrapped around to completely cover him, and be pinned closed in front for warmth.
The lance has a ridiculously large head so that even when diving at high speeds, he’ll hit SOMETHING. The shield is oval-shaped, and has a strap that can be hooked on so he can sling it over his back. In fact, it’s really only used when fighting on foot.
The fore-arm and shin armour is quite sturdy, as they’re taught to block attacks with those parts of their limbs (no idea how realistic/useful that is irl).
Not pictured: helmet.
Also the sandals that he’s wearing are closed-toe and closed-heel, unlike what the rest of his family is wearing.
His dad and grandfather are wearing a toga over a tunic.
His mother is wearing a dress with a sort of shawl-thing attached at the shoulder-pins, which would otherwise be decorational.

Wait, it’s not Fanservice Day yet

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An excuse to draw hot shirtless men is not one to be missed. : D

Then followed twenty minutes of shirtless, leanly-muscled, sweaty, long-haired men grunting and punching each other and eventually wrestling in the dirt. Lavinia got a massive nosebleed, and Xanda got Midnight to tell Kali to bring popcorn. Everyone enjoyed themselves except the ones who were male.
And then Jayce showed up and was horrified and cleaned everything up and scolded them. Everyone agreed that was probably for the best.
[This entire thing never happened in canon.]

Continued from Part 1 and Part 2

Grumpy Long-haired Men

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Hrulash and Yintan, similar in temperament if not other things as well, including being rivals for Lavinia’s affections. Except Hrulash ends up giving up that contest in the end because reasons.
But before that, we have two delicious soldier-boys of different races glaring daggers at each other. Hrulash is a 6’2″ human, and Yintan is a 4’10” or 11″ Talfyr. Shenanigans!

Hrulash: It’s pink.
Yintan: F U!

Continued in Part 2 and Part 3

Friends Part 3

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Continued from Part 1 and Part 2

No, Hrulash doesn’t get a break for now. But he doesn’t mind this way so much ifyouknowwhatimean. I think this would need toning down if it were part of the main story… It’s too developed. But it’s not part of the main story, so nyah.

Also this was scanned after I installed the proper software to scan things on my new computer, and… eh, it’s not very good quality. I will have to tweak a few things next time. Continue reading

Friends

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My crappy illustration of Jayce and Hrulash’s totally platonic heterosexual manly friendship. And Xanda laughing at the fact that any way you look at it, it looks totally not. Oh, boys. (No, really, they’re both heterosexual, and Hrulash would really appreciate it if you would “get off his case about his failings with girls or he will hunt you down and bend your ear on statistics until you stab yourself in the eye out of boredom”.)
And yes, Hrulash is saying to Jayce that he’s glad they’re friends with the very angriest face he can manage. He’s weird like that. Fortunately, Jayce understands. A little too well for Hrulash’s comfort.
Hrulash swears he didn’t use to use such obscene gestures until Xanda drove him to it. He is a nobleman, after all, and they’re above such stupidity. I think he’s actually pretty mad about her seeing this, though, and might even go after Xan (fear of getting his butt kicked aside) except for the fact that Jayce is still hugging him.
I’m not very good with Jayce’s hair.
Now I have to go finish this DMC fanfic. Ugh, figments. Continue reading

Hrulash sparring

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So I’m drawing a totally unrelated picture for someone else, when this guy comes up to me.

“Hey,” he says. “I need you to draw a picture of me.”

“Hrulash, what are you doing here? The Rifted Riders are off-duty tonight.”

“So? I need a picture.”

“Hrulash, I don’t even have any ideas for you at this exact moment…”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll come up with something. Just… draw me.”

*sigh* “Well if you insist… it’s a good thing you’re pretty…”

“What was that???”

“Nothing, nothing!” *begins drawing with anime sweatdrop leaking out of head*

He won’t even tell me why he wants this picture. Attention, most likely. : P

He says it’s from sparring practice in Quintus. Obviously this is human!Hrulash and not elf!Hrulash. Elf!Hrulash wouldn’t be so nice about it.